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The late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night.
Every morning the sun rises to fill your life with magnificent colors and joyful nights.
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew
A cloud and a rainbow's warning;
Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue
An April day in the morning!
The morning sky is a thought of the stars.
I'll tell you what's better than watching the sunrise ... Sleeping through it.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
You're the sunrise to my eyes every morning.
I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day.
Morning sunlight filtered through my bedroom window.
Sun, silence, and happiness.
Every morning, the sunrise wakes me up with rays of hope.
Sunrise
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
Be the sun breaking through the clouds.
A Sunrise is God's way of saying, Let's start again.
We first observe how dreary and disagreeable an overclouded day is when a single sunbeam pierces through, and offers to us the exhilarating splendor of a serene hour.
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn
O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest,
When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.
Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
It is in the early morning hour that the unseen is seen, and that the far-off beauty and glory, vanquishing all their vagueness, move down upon us till they stand clear as crystal close over against the soul.
I think sunrises are rarer for me, but sunset is my favourite time of day.
Morning dawns when the grace overcomes nature.
Every morning the sun rises with a golden glow to reveal the ineffable magnificence of life.
I love that this morning's sunrise does not define itself by last night's sunset.
Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset
Mornings sunrise is yesterdays farewell"
~James Lagoski~
The biggest cliche in photography is sunrise and sunset.
But the mornings were most impressive. They were like the first dawn of creation; as though the world had been washed in dew and was still dripping wet and hushed with an air of expectancy
But in the morning everything can, and must, be seen. Daylight takes us; it peels us like fruit.
Sunrises and sunsets are real jerks about putting things in perspective.
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
Saw the sun rise. A lovely apricot sky with flames in it and then solemn pink. Heavens, how beautiful...I feel so full of love to-day after having seen the sun rise.
A sunset is the story of the world's day.
Sunsets in themselves are generally superior to sunrises; but with the sunset we appreciate images drawn from departed peace and faded glory.
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
I want to see sunrises in the mountains. You never get to see such things enough in a lifetime. I want to see more.
Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
I loved the shadows from the early morning sun as I'd walk up a vineyard row, breathing deeply at the smell of freshly worked earth, watching the hawks ride the air currents over the vineyard, and the goldfinches, bluebirds, and swallows flutter among the vines.
It is man's consolation that the future is to be a sunrise instead of a sunset.
Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.
It wasn't as if a light had suddenly blinked on; it was more like a sunrise, where the sky grows lighter and lighter, almost imperceptibly, before you realized it was morning.
The morning sun Radiantly Rises above the frosty woods.
The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..
I'm so glad my window looks east into the sun rising," said Anne, going over to Diana. "It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine. Oh,
The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.
Sunsets and death; death and therefore kisses, kisses and consequently birth and then death for yet another generation of sunset watchers.
This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.
For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.
The morning sunshine brings the message that life is so bright and beautiful that the darkness of night has no power to hide it.
Sunlight sO Right, tRue, strOng, and White
O how beautiful is morning!
How the sunbeams strike the daisies
And the kingcups fill the meadow
Like a golden-shielded army
Marching to the uplands fair.
When I wake up, the dying light of the day makes everything seem to matter, from the yellowing sky to the stalks of grass above my head, waving in slow motion like a beauty queen.
The golden hour
that hour of sunshine where the world looks the way it looks in your dreams.
There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.
The sun is setting, the sky is a tumult of oranges, reds and violets.
To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
As the dawn comes up like thunder.
A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul...
I wake to sunshine flashing on puddled water, to dirty clumps of hail melting in the shadowed lees of boulders, to rock wrens singing like it's the best day of their lives.
I want her sunrise and her sunset.
Morning sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon, lighting the insides of cupboards and empty closets and clean, bare floors.
Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...
Life is strange and wondrous...
Every morning I stand here and watch the sun gild the trees and the grottoes. It's like drawing a breath before the day begins in earnest.
I don't think the sunrise is as good as the moonlight.
This morning I wake to the blue-white light of an approaching spring in New York: the kind of light that promises it will not be this cold forever.
Flowers open every night
across the sky, a breathing peace,
and sudden flame catching.
Let the sunrise of every morning bring you the light of love and joy.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.
I bless every sunrise because it marks a new day by your side.
How beautiful, how buoyant, and glad is morning!
Just like the days, no two sunrises are ever the same.
The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.
Looks like sunsets are growing on you.
The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.
It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.
The morning sun will bring you a fresh new day with a fresh new world of possibilities.
Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.
sunbeams everywhere and mist floating like freshly minted
Every morning, the rising sun invites and inspires us to begin again.
Behind the veil of each night, there is a smiling dawn.
Many people, in the small hours of the morning, scribble passionate lyrics of supreme beauty; only to find, next morning, that daylight has washed the beauty away, leaving only ashes.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
After 5,000 years of recorded human history, you wonder, what part of 2,000,000 sunrises doesn't a pessimist understand?
When Tally glanced out at the glowing horizon, her eyes opened wide. She'd never seen dawn from outside the city before. Like most uglies, she was rarely up early enough, and in any case the horizon was always hidden behind the skyline of New Pretty Town. The sight of a real sunrise amazed her. A
It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.
Autumn arrives in the early morning.
Sunrise over the mountain-forest was gorgeous - Aurora brushing out her golden tresses with a comb of dark-needled pine and bare-limbed oak.
Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.
I've experienced more sunrises with my bandmates and friends out on the road than with my wife, because we're always up at these strange times in the mornings trying to catch a plane.
One of the things I associate with God is a sunrise. How many sunrises have you missed over the years, and God created that?
A thing of beauty is a joy till sunrise.
Yet even the brightest of sunrises must come to an end.
Nothing but sunrise and sunsetting
Men fighting the things that are-
Birthgiving and bloodletting
And a drunk god snoring afar.
winter gone, mountains clear, water sparkles.
The day is bright and sparkling, so beautifully alive. It's amazing how sunshine can clear away the doubts than night brings.
It's a glorious evening, warm but not too close, the sun starting its lazy descent, shadows lengthening and the light just beginning to burnish the trees with gold.